Loser, Liu Shanshan

Wang Xiaoyuan, who was Liu Shanshan's good friend, would naturally consider her a confidante and couldn't let her lose face in front of Mo Wen.

As a result, before she could send him away, Mo Wen had already spoken her thoughts aloud, which made Wang Xiaoyuan's face blush in embarrassment.

"Winning or losing is a common thing in the challenge ring, so what's wrong with it?" Wang Xiaoyuan said while pretending to look like she didn't mind it at all.

"So, there is nothing wrong with me watching, right?"

"Watch as you wish." Wang Xiaoyuan snorted softly and walked away to the side alone while looking like she couldn't be bothered about Mo Wen.

In the challenge ring, the fight was getting more intense. Liu Shanshan's opponent was a woman in her thirties with a set of sword techniques that had a severe approach. The Qi of Sword swished loudly, gradually forcing Liu Shanshan almost to the edge of the ring.